Monday, February 28, 2011

Problem. Solved

Gremlin is a smart little boy, he has very creative ways of solving problems that come up in everyday life...

Problem - He sneezed and got snot on hands
Solution - Rub snot all over face

Problem - He feels like playing the drums but no drum kit
Solution - Push sister over so on belly and use her back like a bongo drum

Problem - He can't see Winnie the Pooh in is favourite cereal bowl
Solution - Empty cereal onto tablecloth

All before 6am

Sunday, February 27, 2011


Gremlin's new word is "Sorry"

He says it in a little sing-song voice that can calm a very angry parent such as myself. However... I'm pretty sure he has no idea what it means. He's clever enough to have figured out that "Sorry" is what you say when you've done something wrong, but he's not exactly repentant.

Need an example or two?

When Gremlin trips on his own feet (a common occurance) he says "Sorry" to himself.

When Gremlin is cheekily tipping his water bottle all over the sofa, he grins and says "Sorry, sorry sorry."

And shortly after getting in trouble for squishing his sister, he toddles back over to her and declares "Sorry!" as he squishes her again.

Oh well, one day he'll learn what "sorry" means. :)

Monday, February 21, 2011


I was one of those people, you know the ones. They swear their lives won't dramatically change when children come along. I envisioned strolling through shops in trendy clothes pushing a pram with two gorgeous smiling children.

I was wrong.

Lately I spend my days just getting by. The business of training little babies so that they grow into responsible adults is a little trickier than I initially anticipated.

Gremlin is still not toilet trained, however he does helpfully inform us that he's wet while he pees all over the floor. You know those clever mothers who inform you that they taught their child to go to toilet in only a week, well they can have Gremlin. After literally months of successfully doing his morning poo on the toilet, Gremlin has decided that this was a privilege that we only occasionally deserve. So we are back to waking up at 5am with a lovely warm stinking poo waiting for us. Actually, let's face it, it's me that's up at 5am changing nappies as my husband isn't really conscious until after two coffees.

Chicken has cut her first two teeth in the past week. YAY! Does this mean the end of acidic burning pee which results in nappy rash that looks like something out of a horror movie? No, of course not. Two more teeth are looming, I can see them straining at the gums, threatening me.

And I'm tired. In an attempt to prove I still have a life, I went to a friend's house for a girls night on Saturday and dragged myself home at 2am-ish, didn't get to sleep until 3ish and then was woken at 5. I did have a decent night's sleep last night but it wasn't enough.

When did I get old?